Midnight Monsters

I washed my hair with puppy shampoo this morning.  It was entirely unintentional.  I blame this on my tendency to be delusional in the mornings, my lack of sleep lately, and my overactive imagination. 

The other night I was watching Haunted Highway.  I really shouldn’t be allowed to watch shows like that because my imagination runs wild.  That night when I woke up to take Scout outside, I drug Sam – literally – out of his bed and had him come with me.  He slid across the floor as I pulled him along, whispering to him that he needed to go outside with me.   Finally, when we got out of the bedroom, I made my way to Scout’s kennel as Sam waited by the door.  Sam is a rather expressive dog and he loves his sleep almost as much as Casey…he is almost always the last one to get out of bed in the morning.  Needless to say, I could tell he was a little irked that I woke him up in the middle of the night to take Scout out.  In any event, we all made our way outside and when I asked Sam if he needed to go potty too, and he just looked at me, sat down right next to me, and sighed heavily as if to say, “You’re really waking me up for this???”   I told Scout to go potty while I looked around to see if there were any ghosts or monsters lurking about when I heard a noise on the roof.  Immediately assuming it was the Mothman, or The Black Angel who traveled all the way to my house from Iowa City (the episode of Haunted Highway I watched that night), I went to grab Scout as something with glowing eyes appeared on the roof.  Sheer terror arose inside of me.  My heart began to thud at a rapid pace and then plummeted to my stomach.  Terrified, I grabbed Scout, held Sam’s collar, and as I turned around I heard a meow.  It was Guinness.  And I felt ridiculous.  I mean I always feel ridiculous with my overactive imagination of midnight monsters, but I hadn’t realized that Guinness had slipped out with us.  We all went inside and as I was walking back to our bedroom, I saw a dark figure before me.  I gasped, as I realized it was Casey.  “What are you doing?” he asked me. 

“I took Scout outside to go potty,” I replied, “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Did you take Sam with you?”

“Well…yes…” I said.

“Why?”

“I watched Haunted Highway tonight…” I informed him.

“Geeze…You woke Sam up for that?”

Upon reading this blog post, I’m sure my dad will be concocting new ways to scare the heck out of me.  He tells me he does this for my own good and I have absolutely nothing to worry about…but he gets way too much satisfaction out of this sort of thing.  I know monsters aren't real, but when it is 12:30 in the morning, dark, cold, and you've just watched a scary show or movie...anything goes.  Oh well.  Give me a couple of days and I’ll have some semblance of reality return to my brain.